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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen/Kim_Joonmyun_|_Suho
  Character:
      Kim_Joonmyun_|_Suho, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Underage_Drinking, Smut,
      Public_Blow_Jobs, Degradation
  Series:
      Part 1 of Bubblegum_Bitch
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-25 Words: 1397
****** Teen Idle ******
by husbandsuho
Summary
     Jongdae was a delicacy. Cherry lips and chocolate eyes, sharp words
     and teeth, delicious and indulgent. A perfect, pretty whore.
Notes
     I honestly don't even really know what this is or where it came from
     I just wrote it in the past 2 hours and it's 4am when I'm posting
     this so.... yeah. Here's my first exo fic I guess? I always wanted to
     write fic for them ever since I first started writing fic but I just
     couldn't rlly get the dynamic? Idk anyways I love suchen and here
     they are being rlly dirty, enjoy!
Jongdae was a delicacy. Cherry lips and chocolate eyes, sharp words and teeth,
delicious and indulgent. There was something almost sinful about him.
Junmyeon was nothing like that, more in tune with stale bread. Plain and
undesirable. So how someone as extraordinary as Jongdae could ever show any
interest in him was a mystery.
But his sweet taste and sharp mouth were familiar to Junmyeon at this point,
having had a taste of that delicacy.
“This shirt is ugly,” Jongdae panted through puffy lips, his fingers tightly
twisted into the material of that ugly shirt, “take it off.”
Junmyeon’s own hands were tangled in Jongdae’s hair, his back pressed again the
wall, padded by coats hung in the entrance hall, too many to even count. Teeth
nipping at his neck again had him panting and he twisted his fingers a little
tighter in that hair.
“Take it off yourself if you hate it that much,” he retorted. The lips on his
neck curled into a smirk and teeth sunk harder into the juncture of his neck.
But Jongdae’s fingers went to the buttons all the same, all but ripping them
open.
As he let the shirt slip off his shoulders Junmyeon was sure he could hear the
muffled murmuring of people as they scuttled past, probably peering through the
door at them. He was beyond caring, having learnt to ignore it at this point
and the alcohol and arousal not even allowing him to give the on watchers more
than a passing thought. He knew Jongdae relished in the eyes on him, the
scandal adding to the impressive reputation he’d already gotten himself.
Jongdae was reckless, but in such a calculated way it was nothing but an
oxymoron. He had such a paradoxical image perfectly created for himself. One of
pretty perfection, a model student and genuinely good guy, but an undercurrent
of wickedness and sexual deviance. A perfect, pretty whore.
Junmyeon had always known about him. He’d seen him from afar and heard story
upon story of what Kim Jongdae got up to at after game parties. People loved to
talk about him even though few of them had any real experience with him, most
only having seen passing glances of Jongdae’s ventures and only knew him as a
vague acquaintance. Junmyeon had never occupied himself much with the gossip,
but whenever he saw Jongdae in the school halls or at parties he couldn’t help
wonder about him.
When Jongdae had sat in on a student council meeting three weeks into senior
year Junmyeon had been thrown into an encounter of actual substance. Jongdae
hadn’t been there for any real reason, more just attending to be seen there,
like he did every so often. This time however Junmyeon had been left to pack up
after the meeting alone, with everyone else going out together to get something
to eat. But jongdae had stayed behind to help.
“You’re Junmyeon right? You’re the… vice?” Jongdae’s voice had rung out sweet
across the empty room and Junmyeon had almost toppled a stack of chairs in
surprise.
He’d looked at Jongdae with wide eyes, “oh! Sorry I didn’t know anyone had
stayed back.”
Jongdae had just chuckled and grabbed more chairs to stack, striking up
friendly conversation. He asked Junmyeon about the council, innocent and sweet.
But something about him made Junmyeon nervous. Jongdae was inherently flirty,
his mouth naturally falling into a flirtatious smirk and eyes always glinting
with something devious.
“You going to the party tonight?”
They were out the door when Jongdae asked. Junmyeon told him yes, heart racing
when Jongdae gave him a grin and winked, promising to see him there.
Junmyeon was never quite sure how he had managed it, but on that night he’d
found himself squeezed into a closet with a giggly Jongdae, lips touching in
open mouthed kisses to his. He was delicious and ever since then Junmyeon ended
up at party after party, Jongdae’s body always tightly pressed against him.
The entrance way was Jongdae’s choice that night, adventurous even by his
standards. Usually it was in empty rooms, closets or quiet corners. Not that it
stopped people from sneaking past to gawk at them. But the hallways had been
the closest and Jongdae couldn’t stop whispering how hot it’d be. And thought
Junmyeon tried to pretend it wasn’t, he’d gotten hard at just the thought.
With his shirt off Jongdae’s hands were all over his chest, and soon he ducked
his head down to swirl his tongue around one of Junmyeon’s nipples. His teeth
nipped sharply at him and Junmyeon groaned, and he heard a faint giggle from
the main room. He tightened his fingers even further in Jongdae’s hair and he
pulled away with a cackle.
“Embarrassed?” He whispered.
Junmyeon grit his teeth, “shut the fuck up.”
That only tempted another laugh from Jongdae, “well then, let me at least give
them a good show.”
Suddenly Jongdae dropped, swiftly on his knees and fingers working open
Junmyeon’s belt. He had his pants undone before he could even think, and his
hot mouth leaving wet patches on Junmyeon’s briefs.
One of Junmyeon’s hands slowly left Jongdae’s hair and he left his fingers
softly cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his cheek bone. Jongdae leant his
face into Junmyeon’s hand, looking up at him as he flicked his tongue against
his clothed erection with an obscene moan.
Junmyeon hummed, leaning his head back against the wall, still watching
jongdae.
“You’re such a good whore,” he whispered.
Fingers pulling the front of his briefs down, Jongdae gave him another grin,
humming as he pressed his lips to kiss at the head of Junmyeon’s cock.
“I am aren’t I,” he whispered between kitten licks to his cock, “and you’re so
gone for this little whore aren’t you?”
With that Jongdae sunk down on his cock and Junmyeon couldn’t even formulate a
response, could only swear and throw his head back.
Jongdae was good with his mouth and he knew just how Junmyeon liked it. His
tongue flicked so deliciously and he hummed and moaned every so often, the
vibrations making Junmyeon pant.
He pulled off again to lick long wet stripes up his cock and flick his tongue
over the tip again.
One of Jongdae’s hands felt back to touch the hand in his hair and he pushed
slightly on it, looking up at Junmyeon.
He knew what he wanted.
Junmyeon sucked in a deep breath before pushing hard on Jongdae’s head, fucking
into his throat. Jongdae was practiced enough not to gag, but he swallowed
around him a few time, humming as he did and Junmyeon’s eyes rolled back.
“F-fuck Jongdae,” Junmyeon groaned.
He pulled Jongdae’s head back again slightly, before thrusting into his mouth
again and again. Jongdae had his mouth open and pliant for him now, his saliva
gathering with the thrusts. He looked so wrecked already with unfocused eyes
and messy hair, but nothing would completely get rick of that cocky, devilish
aura around him. He moaned loudly again and Junmyeon noticed he had one of his
hands palming at the front of his own tight jeans.
Just the sight of it almost made him come and he gasped when Jongdae reached up
to pinch at his nipple. It only took him a few more thrusts before he was
coming down Jongdae’s throat with a heady groan.
Jongdae gave him a few more sucks, tongue lapping over the head to gather the
last remnants of come and he finally pulled off.
Holding onto Junmyeon’s arms he opened his mouth slightly in show, letting a
little come dribble down his chin before he closed his lips again and
swallowed. Junmyeon whined.
The sound of the party was louder again, slowly filtering back into Junmyeon’s
awareness. He could feel the eyes on them and couldn’t help but blush.
But Jongdae quickly had his pants done back up and was standing again, kissing
him sloppily and open mouthed. Junmyeon could taste himself of his tongue.
“This was fun,” Jongdae whispered against his lips, “but I think we’ve gathered
quite an audience by now so maybe we should go somewhere a little more
private.”
Junmyeon quirked an eyebrow, “private? Didn’t think you knew that word.”
Jongdae laughed softly and pulled on Junmyeon’s hand, “come on, I’ll let you
fuck me in your car.”
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